Austin Repath
- Apr 3, 2020
- 1 min read

Empty Vessel

There are days when my cup overflows. Other days when my cup is full. Today I am an empty vessel. Not pleasant! Can I tolerate this state? Do I have a choice? Can I trust that I will be filled? Can't entertain the possibility that I will find myself discarded. Or worse - broken chards scattered like ashes in the dustbin of Life. I cling to the hope that there will be better days ahead.

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